Incredible 2 Violet Novels & Stories

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

Why fight when you could sort of have what you wanted in a much easier form. Violet was somewhat dazed, the night and drinks had crept up on her all at once. It felt as though she was floating on air as she grasped at the stranger's arm as he led her outside. His skin was warm to the touch, she could feel the very hardness of his toned muscle beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help herself she was staring at him, she saw no need to look anywhere other than him at the moment. It was the alcohol, she told herself, that had her acting like a complete fool. There was no other explanaion for why she felt completely at ease with this person who's existence she'd only been made aware of in t

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

They finally entered an alcove area with a small counter, on top of which sat several vials. Violet suddenly reached out, took a small knife from her waistband, and sliced her wrist. She then reached over, grabbed a vial, and let her blood drip into it. When it was filled, she sealed it with a stopper. She bandaged her wrist with a rag, then held up the vial, examining it in the fading afternoon light. "You are putting your faith for his entire life in this one vial," Violet said. "And if it doesn't work?”

“Please… tell me about Scarlet.” She stilled. Something fragile flickered across her face—pain? Regret? Then, a sad smile crept across her lips. “She was the most beautiful and powerful witch I ever knew,” Violet said, her voice a distant echo. “Blessed by Mother Nature herself—her hair as white as snow. A perfect creation...” Her smile wavered. A glimmer of something broken lingered in her eyes. “You loved her,” I whispered as the realization hit me. “Didn’t you?

I ignored them and took my throne. Moonstone’s Alpha began talking about alliances, visions, prosperity. His words blended into background noise. I was listening for footsteps. For Violet. The doors slammed open. Every head turned. Violet rushed in, breathless, holding a silver tray. Her hair was tousled, sticking to her forehead. Her apron was stained with vegetables. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She looked like a maid. Not a Luna. Not my mate. Not the woman meant to sit beside me.

I won't. “Well... it doesn’t really matter what you want now does it? We are Alpha and Beta and need heirs to take over this pack. The only way to achieve that is two male and female pairs.” Violet says, throwing herself back on the sofa, crossing her arms over her still bare chest. I growl at her fucked up mood and the way she is thinking about our mate bond.

As the curtains open, there is a round of applause. I was about to open them when I noticed you. You stand confidently holding a flowered Violets, which are my dear heart's love, They knew how I saw you, my love. Chorus: My prince, the apple of my eye, shines, My violets bloom proudly in the hills, You win my heart as I know you, dear. Violets, the most precious, are a powerful, kind, and wise guide. You open your eyes without knowing me,